If I was a horse...
When bestie and I started our search for food love we were prepared to find ours unrequited here and there. But nothing prepared us for the emotional elevator we continue to experience with these playboys. We're both comfort carb-eaters so saying no to that sexily pesto-dressed late night pasta booty (causing) call is often impossible. So we were relieved when Google told us that white rice, pasta's slightly less handsome but more eligible cousin, was highest on the list of easiest foods to digest.
We'd recently moved to London and the Heathrow injection was taking effect, but it wasn't just weight gain swelling our tummies. We found that the famed pub at every corner came with pain and gas at every turn. Nevermind love, all we wanted was some quiet comfort. In desperation we began the strictest of elimination diets starting with vegetable stock and progressing to white rice. Bestie reacted dramatically. After days of pain she looked at me over a glass of water as she swallowed some laxatives and said "I react to white rice? The blandest of the bland! If I was a horse they'd put me down".
She went on to react to cucumber next, so she may have a point. But the upside is that it led us to uncover a gamut of non-gluten grain sensitivities and reactions. The downside was our tug-of-war trying to sort the complexity into something digestible (excuse me). I wanted a rule of thumb. Bestie insisted that oversimplifying is what had caused her this existential food crisis.
In the end, we did not compromise. As per the 7 Habits of Highly Effective People → (from business training programmes in our previous lives), we synergized.
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